Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Guyana and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing AZ to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tomorrow,
Radiohead,
Alison Limerick,
Simply Red,
Bluetip,
OOIOO,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Real Kids,
the Bar-Kays,
Tommy Roe,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Scott Walker,
Rosa Yemen,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Cure,
Flamin' Groovies,
Robert Görl,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Mission of Burma,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Neu!,
The Gladiators,
Jeff Mills,
The Trojans,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bush Tetras,
kango's stein massive,
Boogie Down Productions,
Soul II Soul,
These Immortal Souls,
The Smoke,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Beau Brummels,
Grey Daturas,
Donny Hathaway,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Electric Prunes,
Sound Behaviour,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Wake,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lou Christie,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Derrick Morgan,
Sandy B,
Henry Cow,
Groovy Waters,
Oblivians,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Country Teasers,
Aaron Thompson,
June Days,
The Neon Judgement,
Negative Approach,
Dave Gahan,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.